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Kai heaved another sigh and ran his paw up under his shirt to get to a persistent tickling itch within his fur. With his other he tapped through his phone, browsing through his various feeds, seeing everything yet absorbing none of it; yet again he sighed, rolled his head back to the arm of the couch, tossed his phone off between his legs, lay back… then squirmed again so he could reach down to pick it back up and resume right where he had left off.

Sometimes there’s not enough time in the day, he thought, now tapping back to read over the same messages he had already seen, and sometimes there’s just too much. Maybe I’ll, I dunno, jerk off again…?

Itch along his chest satisfied, he idly slid that paw back down, nudged his claws along his gym shorts, and smoothly plunged down underneath – and into the thick, bush of pubic fur just underneath, some of the dark, glistening curls poking up from underneath his waistband. As soon as he slid his paw in, lifting to stretch the fabric away from himself, a warm, dank waft of scent trickled up from underneath to drape across his belly and tickle at his nose; the wolf took in a slow, deliberate breath of his own musk, held it, and then let it back out, and continued on to cup his paw around the wide bulge of his sheath.

Or… He lowered his shorts back down into place but kept his paw there, thumbpad reaching to play along the piercing hanging along the lower lip of his sheath. Maybe not. It takes a lot of energy. And I already did this morning when I got up…

And there he held himself for a while longer, touching and feeling without going any further, nudging at that first ring and then moving on to the second further down, nestled into the damp, humid spot between sheath and sack. Broad fingers spread down to splay around his balls, peeling them away from where they rested along his thighs, then let them sag right back down into place all over again, all the while he tapped and swiped across his phone screen. Down a bit further, and then he paused, blinked, scrolled back up, and opened up a short video.

The wolf peered closer, tilted his head, then scoffed and closed the post. That’s the local mall, he thought with another swipe; I’d recognize that corner anywhere. Especially after last week… when…

Beneath his palm his sheath stirred, an unconscious pulse pushing through it; under his fingers his sack shifted with the resultant squeeze, and Kai gave himself another little squeeze.

When I – had a bit of fun to myself right the hell there. Jeez. Twenty-twenty hindsight, there’s no fuckin’ way that nobody saw me doing that… He swallowed and straightened up on the couch to peer over the back, as though someone from that busy day out might for some reason be glaring at him through his living room window. I was so into it, though. It was SO fucking hot. I mean, even just thinking about it now, is…

Just like now, on that day he had gone commando in his shorts. Unlike today, then he had been pushing back and forth through a bustling mall on a weekend, constantly jostled this way and that, brushing up against strangers in the crowd… feeling his sheath and sack swinging up against the front of his shorts, rubbing in against his legs, squeezing in along his body, pinned in place, supple skin tugging, slipping, releasing, again and again. The more worked up he got, the harder it had been to ignore his growing arousal; the harder it was to ignore, the more he thought about it, which in turn just worked him up further, and then suddenly he was leaving a store fully aware that the tapered tip of his cock had been poking out one of his shorts legs, rich red flesh a bright contrast against his black fur, squirting little jets of pre down his already streaked leg.

The wolf settled more fully down onto the couch and lifted his shorts away along his wrist, fingers cupping beneath his balls again. He rubbed and massaged himself there, digging in just underneath, with the claw of his thumb hooked along that sheath piercing to tug and pull. The slight pressure along his tip just coaxed it out further, until his growing length pulled back on the piercing; he shivered, sighed, thrust upwards again, now looped his thumb around the back of his sheath.

It was – so fucking obvious, he remembered, boning up in my shorts like that. I could tell that people were looking at me, were looking at it. Kai slid his paw out of his shorts to run his palm across himself, squeezing the fabric in against his cock, tightening the material until the clear bulge of his length pulled through. And every time I saw them look, I just – couldn’t help but-

Another throb pulsed out through him, lifting himself into his paw, stirring the fabric of his shorts around the motion, before it all settled back down again. A small simmer of growing dampness began to seep through the material, concentrated musk and slickness searing through. His eyes flashed open again; he tapped his phone back on, swiped through a few screens, put a search into his browser… looked through a few of the options, tapped on one, changed his mind, picked another.

God. I at least hope I put on a good show for whoever was there to see. Because goddamn, there was a lot of people there. Even while enjoying himself, one footpaw braced against the kiosk next to him, arm pumping as he stroked himself off, he had been able to feel the ambient currents of air stirring across his back from the mingling crowd. Yeah, there’s no way I wasn’t seen. Hell, a big part of it was… hoping that someone would see me, and watch, and… it’s been a long time since I came that hard; I could fucking – hear it when it hit the first floor, down in the atrium, that… thick splat, and…

He scrolled down a little bit further. “Risky public play from a young twink”; “Cumming on a stranger’s car in parking lot”; “Pawjob under table from sibling in a restaurant (MUST SEE)”…

And again the wolf lifted up, this time tugging his shorts down his thighs as he pushed his paw down. Halfway out of his sheath, half-hard, he twitched, throbbed, twitched again, then slid his thumb up underneath his length; the rich, hot, slick meat slid easily across his thumbpad, the natural wetness of his gathered musk smearing over his fur. He picked a video and let it play, now imagining himself in that spot instead: he knew what it felt like to be so turned on that he nearly could not think, so that the only thing he wanted, the only thing he needed, was to tug his pants down – although at the mall he had just yanked his shorts leg up past his sheath – and whip it out and get to work wherever he was.

Again he remembered that time off the trail going down to the beach a few summers ago, when he could hear the other visitors’ footsteps just past his shoulder; then back on campus when he was still attending university, with Lukas down between his legs; but each time he just came back to this past week, there in the mall, not even bothering to hide himself past just stepping between a kiosk and a potted plant and turning his back to the crowd.

He scrolled down again to the other related videos, browsed through, picked one, let it play. The wolf lifted himself up a bit to prop his phone arm along the arm of the couch, still stroking with the other, getting more into it: “Cumming on clothing at the store”; “Sneaky bj during church”; “Handsfree while biking to work” – this last one he tapped on and then scrubbed through to the good stuff, watching an otter with his hard cock pushed down through one shorts like rubbing it up against his thigh with each pedal, pushing, brushing, tensing… shivering, shuddering, squirting again and again towards where he kept the camera mounted in front of him.

Oh, that’s cheating, Kai thought, and scrolled through to another one. Hot, but not a ‘real’ handsfree, if what Lukas has told me about them means anything. This one… He scrubbed forward a bit, grimaced, went to a different one. Ugh. A bunch of these are just – fuckin’ creeps jerking off on folks. I might’ve hit someone down in the atrium when I finished, but at least I… wasn’t…

And then his mind wandered again, remembering how it felt to be tugging behind his knot with one paw while the other stroked, squeezing along the contours of his hard cock, legs trembling as he stood up on his tiptoes. The smooth, cool surface of the handrail, the way the decorative glass had steamed up and fogged over with the wet heat of his musk, how his balls nudged and slapped against the railing as he brought himself close; and then the first spurt, pounding through him with enough force that for a moment he almost thought he was going to lose his balance and tumble over, and then the second, and third – and then finally that thick, wet smack as his first rope hit the ground far below, with the wolf then stumbling back to empty his balls directly against the glass, painting it milky white.

For me it’s the risk of getting caught that’s hotter than anything. Doing it right there, so close to so many people, yet still just barely getting by… and, again, I know that someone saw me. Probably several someones. It was so, so fucking hard not to turn and look, to try to see, since I wanted to know, but… He bit his lip, squirmed again, and now pushed his paw down to his sheath to fold the thick, slick skin back behind his still unswollen knot. It’s the wondering that’s fun. Figuring someone knows, but nobody’s stopped me yet, so I just… kept on going…

Chest heaving, the wolf rocked in rhythm with his ongoing stroking, lifting up into it, sack raising from the couch and then settling back down, toes curling and then relaxing, again and again. He had been so tempted to circle back around to that same spot a few minutes later, to see if anything had been done about the very noticeable mess he had left dripping down the glass, but hindsight and common sense had gotten the better of him.

That was why he had not yet returned – he slowed in his stroking and opened his eyes again, then tapped his phone screen back on – and likely would not for another few weeks. Even so, he thought, some folks there might still recognize me… if you see someone just – jerkin’ off in public, that’s not something you’re likely to forget, right? Which, I mean… still kind of hot to think about that. I could… stop by the food court, and just sit down for a snack, and someone could be watching me since they’ve seen my dick, they’ve seen me cum, and they’re just holding it in, keeping it to themselves, and I have no idea…

More scrolling, more searching, another tap, another, more scrolling. “Hot wolf daddy jerking his huge hog at the mall – super hot! Cums buckets!” Kai paused at that one, tilted his head, tapped on it. Oh, hey. I like hot wolf daddies. I might have to pace myself a bit for this one, but… let’s take a look…

The first several seconds of this one were admittedly unimpressive, affording a foggy, blurry view of what looked like the back side of a support column somewhere. He squeezed the volume of his phone to turn it up and heard the compressed sound of a large crowd, but not much more; Kai frowned, scrubbed forward a bit, went back a few seconds, waited, and was just about to go pick a different one to finish up, when the view finally stabilized and angled downwards. The cameraman, whoever it was, was already enjoying himself with thick, uncut cock in paw, stroking steadily forward and back, tilting his body away from the walkway whenever the shadow of a passing stranger went by. The camera held there for a while, offering a lovely view of the holder enjoying himself, bunching all of that sleek skin forward and then rolling all the way back, again and again.

Okay, Kai figured, and settled in a little more comfortably. Alright. Uncut wolf daddy sure is up my alley. Wouldn’t mind seeing about meeting this guy someday, or maybe we… could… But then he paused, frowned, and sat up again, bringing his phone screen closer to his muzzle. Wait a second. That plant, that pot… that tiling on the floor, the glass and the handrail… that looks like…

Right as he reached to pause the video to get a closer look, though, the view changed. For a moment the recording unfocused, then slowly came back in to a view at an angle from across the corner of what had to be a second floor walkway, judging by the angle of the railing. A tall, broad-shouldered figure could be seen closer to the edge than the rest of the crowd milling behind, with dark fur shimmering in the light coming down from overhead, wearing a loose shirt and what looked like gym shorts.

Oh, Kai realized, that must be the wolf. And… he’s… The camera zoomed in, blurred again, refocused, and then settled along this side of the glass from where the wolf stood. Fogged out a bit, blurred from condensation gathering along the glass, Kai could still see the obvious, unmistakable movement of a squeezing paw across a fully hard lupine cock, glistening wet red meat a sharp contrast against the wolf’s black fur, and -

And that’s me. Holy shit. That’s me, from last week. I look so…

The Kai in the video bit his lip, tilted his head back, took in a breath, and then sighed it back out, eyes wrenched shut, shoulder bouncing with the movements of his arm. His mouth fell open, his tongue flicked out across his lips, and he looked down as he continued to stroke; then a quick glance over his shoulder and back, then another, and slowly, tentatively, he started to turn to the side.

I remember doing that, the Kai in the present thought. I was starting to get close, and thought I’d see if anyone was watching, and…

And as the wolf in the video turned, the camera shifted further to get another good view on his full cock, now angling away from the glass so it could be clearly seen. Still he was stroking, paw pushing towards his tapered tip, squeezing there, and then sliding back again, fingers and thumb spreading out along the bulge of his knot; in the present Kai held his breath just as he remembered he had back then, now watching himself rather than the crowd. In the video his other paw slid up underneath his shirt, spread across his belly, came up to his chest, then pushed down again – and his head turned away to look at the milling crowd of people just beyond him.

I made eye contact, he remembered, with like… two people? I think? And I had no idea if they’d seen what I was doing before I lost them in the crowd. Probably did. Hard not to. Jesus, is my dick really that – fucking visible? Yeah, there’s no way nobody saw me. If this guy across the way could see this well – The camera angled back down again, the bearer leaning back against his own support column to continue his own pawing, his urgent breathing occasionally coming over the sounds of the crowd. Time and time again he swiped his phone to the side to show the passing customers, most of them paying him no mind, though still Kai of course noticed the occasional wandering eye. -If this guy could see me, then I bet people across the entire atrium still could. Nice dick, but – c’mon, go back to me…

And a moment later the camera did, the Kai in the video having stepped back a bit so that he could lean forward, back arched, and brace himself against the handrail. The Kai in the present matched the pace of his stroking to that, recalling the fervent urgency that had rushed through him back then; he bit his lip and sighed just like he did in the video, now turning the volume up so he could imagine the sound of the crowd came from behind him.

They have those… bigass massage chairs, he recalled, in one of the first floor atriums… and there’s a couple couches near the entryways… imagine if I’m there, just lounging back… dick in hand, enjoying myself, watching everyone as they go by, watching them watch me… just like they did last week… I fucking knew someone was watching me from that little alcove across the way. I knew it. This guy say me, and jerked off, and didn’t think to say hi? Didn’t think to come over and share?

Slowing his pace a bit while the version of him in the video continued to speed up, Kai exited out of the fullscreen and scrolled down a bit. The description of the video was the same as the title, the upload date was indeed just a few days ago, and so far the ratings were in the upper four stars. Many of the comments read along the lines of “ __what are you doing!! go over there and suck him off!” “_ wish I were there doing that for you” “if I were in that crowd I’d stop and help” “I do this all the fucking time near where I live. Bus stop, train station, any store I visit…”_

And then, a little bit further down:

“omg I was there! I saw that wolf doing this!! I was watching from the food court, and after he finished I went over, scooped up some of his cum, and smeared it into my fur” “I was down on the first floor watching this happen, I don’t think he ever saw me, but I made sure when he finished it got onto my clothes, and then I couldn’t help but paw off in the bathroom right after” “oh yeah I saw him start but had something to do, but when I came back he was gone but all his cum was there, so I walked back and forth while jerking off inside my jacket, and when I finished I came over his cum to add to the mix”…

The audio of the video still playing, Kai listening to ongoing bustle of last week’s mall crowd, he paused with his fingers squeezing behind his gradually swelling knot. First he read over these comments, and then he closed his eyes and imagined that he had been there to see all of these happen: God fucking damn, he thought, I could have… gone downstairs and sat on one of the seats down there, likely right where I’d hit, and pretended I didn’t know what was going on… and I could’ve looked up and seen one of these freaks enjoying what I left behind, and… do they really like it that much? I always thought this was some… weird, strange, dangerous…

He scrolled back up, blinked, then rewound the video a bit once he saw what was coming. Oh, man. Oh, God. I remember this. I was – so fucking into it. Just… Eyes wrenched shut, teeth gritted, ears back, the Kai in the video seemed to have completely forgotten about the rest of the world around him – even though the Kai in the present remembered, very clearly, that he most certainly had not. While able to feel his peak rolling closer and closer, building up from inside, pressurizing within him like a balloon inflating or a fire burning, he remembered specifically focusing on the crowd, trying to pick out the little gasps and murmurs and other such things that would signify someone had noticed, and knew what he was doing, and-

And again he squeezed behind his knot here in the present, mouth hanging open, gaze focused at the form of the black wolf on the screen as the Kai in the past gritted his teeth, gasped, bucked, bucked again, thrust forward. The view from the camera shook back and forth as the person holding the phone thoroughly enjoyed the show, but then stilled suddenly as he, too, recognized the climax of the performance: a quick zoom-in caught a wonderful view of Kai’s first several ropes as they arced up and over the edge of the handrail to then spill down into the lower atrium. The frame followed them as far as it could, then zipped back up to catch those last few spurts pinging against the back of the glass fogged over with heat and humid scent, thick splatters of white splashing out; above the ongoing din of the crowd in the video Kai thought he could make out the thick smack of that first rope finally impacting the first floor tiling.

Yeah, he thought, resuming his pace in stroking at himself. Yeah, okay, Lukas is right. I’ve got a hell of a nice dick. And – what a load, too; even if nobody saw me pawing off, then they could surely see my cum from across the entire atrium… yeah, okay, I get it. I’d want to be down on one of those chairs down there, too. Hell, if one of these – other folks actually did what they said, and did the same thing there, I’d want to be waiting down there, looking up, with my mouth open…

He watched himself ride through the intense, powerful throes of his urgent, risky finish, shoulders pumping, chest heaving, body trembling, with more than a few curious eyes flicking over from the passing crowd. Then the camera view shifted again, swinging back down to the bearer: some urgent breathing, some grunting, some moaning, and then he shakily swung himself to the side to face the potted plant nearby, pushed forward, squeezed back to the base of his length – and then bucked, and bucked again, and emptied his own load out across the decorative greenery, much smaller, much less forceful than Kai’s own in the video.

Still… He gritted his teeth, clicked his phone off once the video finished and showed a handful of similar recommendations, spread his legs, tightened his core. God… maybe I really should… go back this weekend… and… do that all over again, and then I – can-

But that thought never reached its fruition, his enjoyment and urgency stirring up from inside just like it had back then, building together, bubbling up – and then finally pounding free from him. The wolf felt his knot swell out within his palm, pushing his fingers apart; he slid down to his root and tugged there, cupping himself as he pulled, letting his hard shaft bounce up across his belly as those same ropes spurted across, painting black fur milky white. Again and again he shot across himself, hips thrusting with the deep, indulgent pleasure of each, teeth gritted, grunting, panting; one of those ropes smacked across his chin and cheek, with the next pattering over his chest, and the next pooling in his belly, and then he finally slouched back, cock still bouncing with the remnant throbs, chest heaving with sweet exhaustion.

Holy… moly… the wolf thought. It took him another moment to open his eyes, and when he tried to unlock his phone he realized he had to wipe his other paw off first. I gotta show this to Lukas. But, wait – 5 star rating first. That was a good one. Wait, HOW many views? Oh my God. His cock twitched again. THAT many people have seen my dick, without me knowing? If I hadn’t just finished, then that probably would’ve pushed me over. He scrolled up again, tapped the link, moved to copy it, and then paused again. Still panting, the wolf frowned and peered closer at the video’s title.

Wait. ‘Daddy’?